ISRAEL
I have hailed you on the run. All the tribes
of Israel agree, things are what they never
should be. Things are not what they seem.
You can have your pick of either; I am tired
of writing in this hive. Instead, watch me bow
once more to the most ancient of all : the Sun
God, which rules the sky - not your warrior
God madman Yahweh, fearsome wartime
jealous military-leader God. So demanding
and utterly foul. Instead of this, the great yellow
sky God above will watch, will watch, and watch
some more, and then burn out. That will silence
all the critics. Then you can have what's left, oh
Israelites : the burned fritters of your meat and
sacrifice, the cleaned solace of blood-drained
kosher corpses. Above it all, the high God
winces.
No comments:
Post a Comment